Monday, June 17, 2013

Distracted


I hear the sounds
And watch their mouths
Masticating language as if in final feast
The juice of mangled words
Dribbling down self assured chins
Slurping, regurgitated consonants

I see and hear
Detached
Distracted, agitated
For another sound comes to my ear
The echo of the spoken word
Heard before it’s said

I hear
The sound of love’s bloom uncurling
Petals opening to whispered expectation
I listen to
Symphonic sound of sunbeams on glass
Crystallized notes of warmth

I’m distracted by the final prayer
Of a star’s expiration
The final breath
Of a soul’s cessation
I’m distracted
Diverted and abstracted

So if you speak to me
Speak slowly, or not at all
Don’t slurp or slur your words
And if I stare
I’m not rude
Just preoccupied and perturbed

For I hear the
Sound of others world
A world that calls to me
Attracts and entices me
I hear the echo of a word
Said before it’s spoken


4 comments:

  1. Incredible use of words David, very descriptive. :-)

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    1. Thanks Yobial, sometimes living between two worlds is tricky! :-)

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  2. I really like this, mainly because I think I feel this way too with others, sometimes people throw away words thoughtlessly..... :) thanks for posting.

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  3. Thank you for reading. Yes, we can be careless with our words and use them space fillers. If we have to come back again, I think I'd like to be a hermit!...:-)

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